Although Thranduil had not broken the rules of this people by contracting a second marriage to a mortal, and Daenerys suspected that his subjects humoured her not only because she made herself be respected, but also because they saw her as some sort of official concubine, the Elvenking was expected to abide by some traditions.
A wedding between elves was a somewhat informal affair; one could actually marry without any witnesses in times of great need and the union would still be lawful. Despite this fact a celebration would have to take place at some point in time, especially if the Elf in case had the means to afford it. Thranduil was rich and powerful; he married Daenerys and she was to give birth to twins who would further his line. Despite the Alpha mark on her neck, nobles from the other Realms were to be invited to Mirkwood and an official introduction of the new Elven Queen should take place.
Thranduil had asked Legolas to come to his study earlier than usual, as they had much to discuss : "The Feast under the Stars this year will receive many important guests. The invitations have been sent and accepted by all. It will be the perfect time to introduce Daenerys as my wife and Consort. And for you, my son, to search for a wife. "
Legolas was still trying to digest what he had seen in the Armory a couple of days before; he had kept a very low profile, avoiding his father and his wife as much as he possibly could. Legolas was not only shocked by what he saw, but also by how his body reacted to the sight of Daenerys generous breasts bouncing while she rode the Elvenking, who happened to be his ada.
Legolas has been attracted to some elleth through the years, but nothing so strong that would make him pledge himself to one in particular. It was such an important, irrevocable decision, that made him anxious only to think about it. He felt that things with Tauriel could be different, as she possessed many qualities he admired in addition to her calm beauty, but lately they barely spent time together and he felt she was avoiding him.
He had then, concluded that he could not miss what he had not experienced, and moved on.
But that fateful day made Legolas question all that he had learned and felt.
His arousal betraying his will, Legolas, ashamed or not, could only do one thing: lock himself in his chambers and take to his hand. Several times he had masturbated , always with great enthusiasm.
If he was going to indulge, Legolas saw fit to go all the way: he went to the cellars and got himself a good vintage dorwinion to make him company.
Before long, Thranduil came and started to knock on his door. Legolas recomposed himself before giving his father permission to enter:
Thranduil did not lose time :"My son, I think you know why I am here. Did you notice that I knocked and waited for your answer before I was to enter here? This should be your first lesson. N'i dandelig, tampho. How much did you see?"
Legolas lowered his head :"Enough."
"I suppose I could say that it what happens when a married couple is trying to conceive, but we know Daenerys has been pregnant since our first night together." Thranduil gave Legolas a smug smile, denoting he was proud of the feat. " You must be confused as to why I keep indulging my wife in her womanly passions."
Is it possible that he is still denying his own lust behind Daenerys status as a mortal woman? Legolas was incensed : "I am not confused. It is clear enough that you love her and you can not get your hands off her. Surprised, perhaps. I never imagined it was all that would take for you to be happy and not drown yourself on wine. But was that simple: a woman in your bed. We not that different from men after all. "
Thranduil then noticed that Legolas had wine in his room and he wondered if his son intended to hide himself in alcohol like he himself had done many times over the centuries. "You will understand when you marry, which I expect to happen in the near future." The Elvenking wanted to sound...optimistic when in regards to his son's future but the words out of his mouth sounded like reprimands. This is not going well . " Marriages between elves are of a superior nature, eternity dilutes passion and one focuses on other tasks at hand since we have the luxury of time. Daenerys does not have this luxury and it is understandable that I must see to her needs. "
"Why do you keep doing this, Ada? It is one thing to have the household believe you are not wrapped around her little finger but to pretend it is not real? I heard when you told Daenerys she is the love of your life, ada. "
And yes, I am jealous of your happiness...I wish that I will experience such passion one day.
Thranduil could not simply...admit to his son. He, in love with a mortal? No, no...I cannot possibly love her…and Legolas...he must know I love his mother." The Valar just sent Daenerys to me because I lost my true love, your mother, long time ago and I cannot be reunited with her in the Undying Lands as you know. Elves love once, and for eternity. I already loved once, Legolas. Whatever it is that you think you heard in that room, it was under the haze of sex. It is not real."
Thranduil felt sick to his stomach. Lying to himself was one thing, but to his son?
It is real. I do love Daenerys. But it cannot be. I cannot tell Legolas. He would think I never loved his mother.
Daenerys Targaryen was not only a woman who raised herself to become a conqueror, ruling over several dominions. No, there was a part of Daenerys that still felt as an exiled princess, an orphan who longed to have a family andto live a simple life.
For a brief period of time, after arriving on Middle Earth, Daenerys allowed herself the illusion of simplicity. She was pampered by handmaidens, attended by healers who made her actually enjoy the first months of her pregnancy, and little by little, she started to concetrated on the social aspects of her duties as a Consort.
Daenerys tried her best to make her dream come true.
Now she asked herself, for a second time, if it had all been a mistake on her part.
Daenerys thought that she understood Thranduil, and his hurt, on a deeper level. They had exhanged loving words, both of them, several times in the privacy of her chambers. He was an immortal being, and she had been ransported from Westeros to Middle Earth, which meant that both of them had lived a full life before their fateful meeting. To Daenerys, it was not that Drogo and Rhaego, or Jon and Daeron and Lyanna, had never existed. They did. She would always love and remember them.
But they belonged somewhere else. In the past.
Daenerys would always visit them and hold them dear to her heart.
She hoped with all her heart that Jon was also given a second chance and that he would take the opportunity and be happy and refuse to hide behind her ghost. Daenerys loved Jon; had she perished before him, she would had wanted him to live a full life and to eventually, find someone to heal his heart.
That Daenerys was now married to man - an elf- who could not-would not- let go of his previous life, it was more than unfortunate.
It was almost tragic. Thranduil had lied, to himself and to her, in pledging his love. He had made her believe.
The repercutions of this lie went beyond her broken heart. Since Thranduil was clearly not really living his second chance as he said he would, he could not possibly be the reason of Daenerys ending up on Middle Earth.
Why would Daenerys be given a second chance at life to be happy and at peace, just to be wasted on someone who would not love her?
The only conclusion Daenerys could draw was that she had been brought back to life not as a reward but, as usual, to play a role.
Daenerys would not cry over Thranduil. It was a dream. He said it himself: it is not real.
She would not confront him with the truth she accidently overheard. The cries of a mortal, insignificant woman...this would bore him. And it would not be her. Daenerys would not cry.
She cupped her growing belly and wondered if she was there only because Thranduil needed a womb, a mortal woman capable of bearing him children and dying, freeing him of any real repercussion of bigamy in the face of his people.
No, it cannot be this. Any woman on Middle Earth would do for this purpose.
Then she remembered.
Dragons. I am mother to dragon's, daughter of dragons. This is why I am here.
Thranduil came back from his talk with Legolas looking concerned.
"How was your conversation with Legolas, hervenn- husband -?" Daenerys asked in earnest; she did not held Thranduil's lack of love for her against him. He gave her a life, a title and they would be having children together. She would not make him an enemy just because his heart was somewhere; she owed him her loyalty.
What could have been a loving marriage was now, in Daenerys eyes, only duty. It was a pity, but she would survive.
She had always been dutiful and she had always survived.
"Difficult. " Thranduil answered with a sigh. "I had to tell him some truths he might have not been prepared to listen. Legolas is a fierce warrior, but in many ways naive and innexperienced. I took up many responsibilities and let him be as free as he could for a long time because I wanted to protect him. Despite my best intentions, he is still Prince Legolasof Woodland Realm and I had to remind him of what is expected."
Daenerys saw Thranduil pouring himself a goblet of wine and she moved, to comfortably sit by the table with him: " Yes, I am aware Legolas is an adult who should have been married by now. Elves marry for love and their families must accept, if I understood correctly. Does this rule applies also for Royal Families? Please, tell me about Legolas situation. Perhaps I could help you."
Thranduil knew that Daenerys would have been a capable and good ruler in her own righ, had she not perished. More importantly,she had impressed him immensely by learning a lot about the ins and outs of Mirkwood´s politics in very little time.
The Elvenking decided that Daenerys was an asset he could use more often and he went on and talked about Legolas's upbringing, noting that ever since becoming an adult, his interesses in the opposite sex had been faint and superficial. The last time Legolas showed a fancy was towards Tauriel, which Thrandul deemed unsuitable and was fast to forbid the silvan elf from giving his son any hope.
"You kept Legolas too close, for too long. Even in Westeros, where arranged marriages are the rule, families tend to try their best to find loving matches for their sons and daughters. That is one of the reasons young men are sent to be fostered and trained in arms by suitable Houses, a way of allowing them to naturally find their matches among nobility. There is also the option of sending daughters as cupbearers, with the same goal. Since Legolas is too old to be fostered, I suggest you start inviting other nobles to spend time here. Feasts, competitions, anything that would bring not only the men, but the wife and daughters. If that does not work, you could also start having Legolas on official visits to other Realms."
Thranduil was pleased with the answer, until Daenerys continued with her assessment. " However, it might also not work. House Targaryen has married brother to sister to keep the Blood pure, but also engaged in political marriages with their own bannermen. Despite them being of different races, every second generation, members of my family would bind themselves to the land and the people they ruled through marrage. My advice to you is to set yourself- not him- a deadline for your son to find himself a suitable bride. If you see it is not working, I advise you to give him leave to court Tauriel in ernst, or any other Silvan Elf he fancies for that matter. It is not as good option as a Dynastic marriage, but all in all, it has its merits."
The Elvenking could only agree with what Daenerys said. Of course, it also meant that he had failed Legolas. By protecting his son from the world, Thranduil forhot to prepare him to face it : " Very well...we will invite other Families to my Halls soon, as it is expected of me to officially present my beautiful bride to other rulers and we have the perfect opportunity as the Feast under the Stars is approaching. You gave me sound advice, Dany, and I am intent on following it, but I must confess I cannot see Tauriel as an Elven Queen."
I´d wager there will be some of your guests that will think the same of yoir choice of bride: "Do not fret...the fact that Legolas favored Tauriel also show you the kind of elleth he would be interested in. If the love is real, it will find its way, regardless of your efforts against it, hervenn."
Daenerys could not live in the past, but it did not prevent her from trying to replicate it in her clothes. As an exiled Princess, she had learned to adapt to new cities and people and to see travelling as a way of life. The seamstress at Mirkwood were very good and Thranduil liked to see Daenerys wearing traditional gowns any High born elleth would. He was her husband and Daenerys saw that she was constantly honouring his traditions and people, but she also took upon herself to keep her own traditions and people alive through clothing.
She started to add her house colours and to play with new styles and patterns from the places she had lived. Everytime Daenerys came dressed in a different fashion, which would be roughly once or twice a week, Thranduil would raise an eyebrow and ask her to explain the choice.
With the Feast under the Stars coming close, the Elvenking started to inquiry Daenerys on what she was planning on wearing for each and every occasion. As she played coy, he invited himself to a fitting and demanded, to see eveyrthing, from the drawings to the fabrics.
"The eyes of the Elvendom will be upon us and I have been always counted among the best on such occasions. You are my wife and I just want to help you give a good impression since it will be your first time as a Hostess in such event. "
Thranduil sat on a corner and watched Daenerys being fitted; he would command the seamstress to make changes, and the poor servants would look at Daenerys, in despair.
Their Queen had won their hearts in wjat for them was not a long time, by being kind and never demanding anything, but asking politely and engaging in simple and pleasant conversation, in start contrast with the irascible Elvenking.
Daenerys would only nod to the seamstress, silently instructing them to obey the King without question.
Thranduil noticed it and it displeased him immensenly; his subjects should only need to hear it once and from him .
Daenerys endured hours of this and had to have lunch and dinner brought to her, while still being fitted. She did not complain, but her legs were tiring; she would sit down and drink a juice or a tea while Thranduil would continue to have her dresses changed.
" The gown is too form fitting."; " The neckline, too low" or " The colours are too dark and depressing."
Then it came the Qarthian inspired, one shoulder, blue silk dress, decorated with a gold brooch and belt, that Daenerys knew it would make Thranduil's blood boil.
He was furious.
"Please, leave us. NOW!"
Something in his relationship with Daenerys had changed, and Thranduil could not understand when it had happened or even why.
Thranduil was at loss as he also did not understand the reason of his ill feeling.
Daenerys was intelligent, caring, capable. Woodland Realm has accepted a woman as its Queen for the most part, and it was because Daenerys had worked hard.
The Elven Queen made his rulership an easier task. She had a great mind for politics, he knew it, but he soon discovered that her personal touch was what make a difference. She would often make visits to the surrounding villages and come back with suggestions of improvements and ways to make life easier for the inhabitants of Mirkwood. She reached out to Dale and Laketown and was negotiating with them for better and more deals. When they received visitors, Daenerys would use all her wits and smarts to make everybody at ease and soon people were talking about how Thranduil, notorious for his bad temper, was more accesible.
With a pang in his heart,Thranduil had to conclude that not even Elletiel, Legolas's mother, would have done a better job. She was a great warrior and fierce protector of their family, but also very shy with people she did not know and, in many areas, she would hang at Thranduil's every and each word.
Thranduil was extremely proud of Daenerys and her accomplishments. But there was something behind her eyes that he could not see, like a secret she held from him, a place he could not reach.
Daenerys was taking up an increasing number of responsibilities around his Halls and he should be glad, but he was uneasy. She was a mortal, a woman with passions, not a faithful elleth. But it was not that; Thranduil knew she was faithful- each and every step she took was reported back to him.
Yes, she had changed with him, this the Elvenking was sure. She would welcome his visits to her chambers like always and she was showing Thranduil a whole new world of sensations he was unaware of its existence, despite having indulged in his pursuits of pleasure for centuries. It was not what she did, but how, he concluded with a smile. Her skin was warmer, her kisses, sweeter and her cunt, tighter than any he had ever tried.
What was that made Thranduil so lost about their relationship, if everything should be fine?
Then it dawned on him: Daenerys knew that he needed her more than she needed him.
"What is the problem with the Qarthian dress, herven?" Daenerys asked matter of factly as she laid down on a chaise lounge.
"You know it well. This dress leaves very little to imagination. It is made to titillate and not simply allow your beauty and grace to come out. It shows too much of your skin. If you move in a certain way, one your breasts might come out. This dress is not befitting of a Queen. "
Thranduil looked at his wife with hungry eyes, even mad as he was. Daenerys was a bit past the middle point of her pregnancy, but her breasts were so big and prepared for the task of motherhood that sometimes Thranduil would taste some drops of milk when they made love. Her belly was swollen and round, but she had gained not so much weight and, from behind, she did not look pregnant at all. Her hair had become even more beautiful, wavy around the edges, thicker as he never seen it before.
This gorgeous creature, unlike any other elleth or woman, dwarf or hobbit, was his and nobody but him should see what that blue dress would show.
"I made some modifications to the original style trying to ...err...accommodate your expectations already, Thranduil. " Daenerys then reached for a bow with fruits and started to peel an orange. " You see, in Qarth, one breast is exposed. They are very polite in that city- even a killer would apologise before taking your life- and to them, to hide something beautiful was considered very rude. "
"We are not in Qarth." Thranduil said with anger. "You shall not wear this dress."
"As you wish. I feel tired and would like to retire to my chambers, if you would allow me."
Daenerys offered Thranduil her hand and he was quick to help her out of the chaise lounge. Sometimes, he would forget she was even pregnant, as she was so active, but the healers had told him to not overtax his wife. "I will accompany you, Dany- if you will have me, of course."
"I will always have you, Thranduil, and you know that. " She smiled at her husband as they crossed the threshold. " A discussion over a silly dress should not interfere with our lives. You are always welcome to my bed, even if you do not sleep ."
This was enough to warm Thranduil's heart , if only a bit. He missed Daenerys flirting with him. Was he too...weak for feeling this way? Should he tell her that he missed this sort of interaction? " You are twice as beautiful when you are in a playful mood. I only wished we had more of such moments. I will tell the servants to serve our dinner in your chambers. I am in the mood for spending time in your bed, not sleeping."
Daenerys was a vision in a white, long, sleeveless dress that was met by a also white cape over the shoulders, leaving part of her chest to be seen. Thranduil had insisted she used some sort of jewelry, as the dress was rather simple otherwise, so she had commissioned a brooch that went from her left to her right shoulder, partially covering the cleavage.
The silver brooch looked an intricate braid to Thranduil, who assumed it was to match Daenerys also silver hair, braided in full with bells for the night, despite his objections. He had placed the crown, a smaller version of his own, over Daenerys head and adorned it himselfwith the leaves and berries of the season, as a sign of his devotion: "We should go, meleth nin, and officially welcome all the nobles and dignitaries into our Halls."
Thranduil took Daenerys hand and they stood up for a whole hour, receiving the guests. Most had arrived the night before and were received by Legolas and Thranduil, while Daenerys rested. She was sleeping longer hours, which the healers said it was normal thing women would do when pregnant. The Fest under the Stars would be the main point of the celebrations, but the present night was about Daenerys to, introduce her formally to everybody who was anybody in the Elvendom, whihc meant mainly the rulers of Lothlorien and Rivendell.
"Lord Elrond of Rivendell, may I introduce you to my wife, Queen Daenerys. " Thranduil was about to burst with pride when he noticed that Elrond looked very impressed by Daenerys beauty. His wife had noticed how his lips twisted upwards, and wondered if, to Thranduil, the half elf obvious approval of her meant the ruler of Rivendell was paying him, Thranduil, a personal compliment.
"My Lady, I heard much about your beauty and I can say that, for once, all the praise is well deserved. I trust you are having a good time accommodating two elflings and that the pregnancy is not a strain on your health."
Daenerys was tired, actually, and wanted to get over with the introduction part, but she had to be nice and engage in polite conversations. Since she was speaking with the first elf who seemed to understand her difficulties at her present state, her job was madeeasier." I am pleased to finally meet you, Lord Elrond. I heard you have twin sons yourself and I expect to meet them in the future. You obviously know they start getting too active inside the comforts of the womb at some point. Welcome to our Halls and please, enjoy the festivities."
The last ones they welcomed were the oldest rulers of the elvendom, and the ones Thranduil wanted to impress the most. Lord Celeborn was economic in his words, extending just the right amount of praise to his hosts, but his wife, Lady Galadriel, was very interested in Daenerys. They made small talk and , once the introductions were over and Lady Galadriel was expected to take her place of honour at the table for the banquet to be served, she lingered and said something that made Thranduil uncomfortable: " I was looking forward to meet you, my Lady. Your arrival on Middle Earth was sudden, but not necessarily unexpected. I take my leave now, you must be tired. "
The banquet went smoothly until Daenerys leaned in to speak to her husband and let him know she was feeling ill.
He grew alarmed and quickly, raised from his chair and took Daenerys by the hand. She did not hear when he told the guests he would be escorting his wife to her chambers and return soon to the party, concentrating in gathering enough strength to avoid fainting in front in the middle of the party.
When they left the main hall, Thranduil felt she was getting cold, and carried his wife to her room, calling for healers to attend her.
Daenerys woke up in bed some time later and was given a herbal tea. A healer then instructed her to eat something before sleeping and she nodded.
Another healer was nearby, speaking with Thranduil . "She is human, my Lord. Our diet of mostly fruits and vegetables would be enough to sustain her, but not when she is carrying twin elflings. They are getting all her nutrients. She is in need of less work, more rest, and meat. "
Thranduil then ordered the servant to bring Daenerys dinner in bed and sat beside her: " You scared me, meleth nin. I must apologise for having you working too much. Between the needs of the Realm, and mine own, you are not caring for herself the way you should. Focus on regaining your strength from now one. It seems a human, even a small one like you, need to eat more meat. We will hunt more often."
"I will be fine, trust me. You should probably go back to our guests, husband."
Thranduil pressed his lips against hers and she answered him by petting his long hair. " I will stay and see you eat and fall asleep. They will not notice my absence. Unless you want to be left alone, of course."
Daenerys then unclasped her brooch and left it on the nightstand. With a gesture, she asked Thranduil to come closer and gave him a kiss. It was the sweetest she had been with him in a while, and it made him immensely happy, more than he would admit. "You looked especially handsome tonight, husband. The elleth that came to make Legolas company would blush when introduced to you, Thranduil. You cannot disappoint by staying with your wife the whole night. You are a King, go and be a King!"
The food arrived on a tray and Daenerys started to eat under Thranduil's watchful eyes. " And you are the Queen; you should eat more and often, as the healer said. I will take some nobles out on a hunt in the morning."
"A Queen should eat what her subjects eat and give an example. However, I must concede the healer is right: I have been feeling weak lately. But now I am fine, you should go, Thranduil. Be with our guests and make merry."
Thranduil stood up and was ready to go but his eyes went to the brooch on Daenerys nightstand. He noticed that the piece of jewelry he took for a silver braid was actually an artistic depiction of a dragon.
Daenerys just emerged from her chambers when it was time for the Feast Under the Stars. She was wearing her long, silver, wavy hair down and the effect it had on the elvedom was one of wonder and admiration. She also was spotting the amethyst earrings that Thranduil had gifted her. This fact made him forget his discomfort over the dragon brooch incident. Normally, he would have demanded Daenerys to get rid of the damn thing, but she was expecting his heirs and he knew that dragons were friendly - at least to her family- in her world.
"Her eyes and her hair are striking, don't you think Lord Celeborn? I myself had never gazed upon such a beautiful shade of violet before." Thranduil said as Daenerys walked towards Legolas, who was speaking to a group of young elves.
Lord Celeborn made no reply; instead Lady Galadriel answered Thranduil: " You have every right to be proud of your wife´s beauty, my Lord, but you should remember she has other many talents."
Which talents are you talking about, Lady Galadriel? He wanted to ask, but said nothing. Instead, Thranduil excused himself and went to where Daenerys was. Getting close, he could hear that two very attractive Silvan Elves, members of his guard that were on friendly terms with Legolas, were trying to convince Daenerys in dancing, despite her condition.
Before Daenerys could answer the silly proposition, the elvenking intervened: "If my wife wishes to dance, it will be with me."
The group was quick to disperse, some offering their apologies to their King; Legolas just shook his head and said nothing, also leaving the couple to their own devices. "I am feeling better after a good day of rest and eating, husband. You should not have used such a stern tone with Andiel and…"
Thranduil did not allow Daenerys to finish her sentence : " You know them by name?"
"Yes, they often accompany me on my outings, as you had bid them to. They are part of my guard."
Well, this will change…
Daenerys stayed long enough to see a couple of dances and applaud Legolas for his efforts on the dancefloor. Before returning to her chambers after enough time of being seen and talked to, she decided to avoid any unpleasant situation and actually invited her husband to join her, feeling he was too stressed after the previous evening scare.
Thranduil was quick to accept the invitation and Daenerys was surprised to see that he opened a rare and warm smile, which was enough to have her swoon.
He might not love me, but he is so good looking; He might not love me, but he is still my husband. Duty should not be a chore; his body is still mine, even if his heart is not.
It was in times like this that Thranduil cursed himself for wearing such elaborate robes.
Truth be told, Daenerys started to undress him before they reached her room and Thranduil was soon only in his shirt and small clothes.
Thranduil tore her dark blue dress. He sighted; it was a very good dress and the only one that actually passed his inspection. It had a V shaped open front that revelaed a delicate white pleated skirt underneath it. He had never seen such style before; he actually liked it, but it simply had to go and , in his eagerness, he had destroyed it. She will forgive me for that.
Daenerys naked body had greatly impressed him at first and now it was not different. Thranduil was shocked to realize that his hunger for her only increased, regardless of the size of her belly. She gave him one look filled with mischief as she made to her bed, and with her index finger, she invited him to join her.
Thranduil was as hard as he could get and Daenerys did not take her eyes off his swollen cock. " You are so big and it feels so good inside. " She pushed Thranduil to the edge of the bed and knelt in front of him, opening his legs enough to bury her face in his crotch.
His huge sack was the first victim of Daenerys attack; while she held Thranduil's member at its base and started to stroke it, she licked and played with his balls. At some point, she swallowed one of his testicle in her warm mouth and the sensation made him gasp.
"A, i theilin in edain teiliar…"- Oh, the games that Men play…
She continued to stroke his erect cock, but her mouth went even further, to where no one had dared go before. Thranduil had learned early on that his wife knew what she was doing; Daenerys one day had explained him that she had been gifted with the services of a professional of the womanly arts, who trained her in how to please her then husband.
Thranduil wanted to thank her teacher for the lessons well learned.
Daenerys asked Thranduil to lay the upper part of his body down on the bed, spread his legs and, in her words, urged him to " trust her...tell me if you feel pain or discomfort." He complied and she started to massage the area between his cock and his anus with a firm pressure, using her middle finger, while masturbating Thranduil in a steady rhythm. Once she felt that her husband had responded well to the first touches, Daenerys stuck her pointer finger into her mouth and then, placed it against his asshole. She held it against its opening and applied a tiny hint of pressure.
Daenerys started to make slow circles around the edges of his anus. Then, she, simultaneously, swallowed his whole length and penetrated him with her finger, just enough of her index , waiting for any reaction shiwing he disapproved.
Instead, he moaned. Daenerys continued, going in and out of his hole, each time a bit further. As she increased the speed of her ministrationst, Thranduil protested " Law no lagor; ídhron gi mathad bân- Slow down; let me feel it all."
Daenerys smiled and followed his order. Once he was accepting all of her finger, she started making circles inside, while sucking Thranduil off. She added the second finger and felt the build up of his orgasm and, quite happily, she prepared herself to drink from it.
"A, ai, AI!" and with this, Thranduil spent on Daenerys, the thick, milky produce of his loins dripping from her sensual mouth.
She was fast up, going from the floor to the bed again, and sitting right by his side, leaving Thranduil to watch, in awe, as Daenerys swallowed his warm cum.
Thranduil promptly raised from the dead - one of the great advantages of being an Alpha- and kissed Daenerys , tasting a bit of himself in her mouth. His hands, as usual, ended up on her oversized clitoris, a place that had fascinated him since their first encounter. His fingers worked tirelessly in the area, caressing her in the ways she liked most and soon, she was breathless under his hands:
"Thranduil!"
He kissed her again and noticed the signs of her eagerness for his cock - she would start giving him small bites during kissing and grab his cock in a demanding fashion those times. Thranduil smiled : " Make yourself comfortable, meleth nin, and I will take you."
Daenerys laid her body down on its side and Thranduil took his place behind her, placing his right hand gently, but firmly, on her hip, to give him enough leverage. The number of positions they could engage in intercourse was getting limited by her growing belly, but sex with Daenerys was always stimulating and relaxing.
Thranduil penetrated her without delay at once and was met by her still tight inner walls and swollen outer lips. They liked to go slow and passionate sometimes, but of lately Daenerys seemed to prefer Thranduil being rough. He started with gentle, but deep thrusts and went on building a cadence, measure by measure. He was happy to see that his wife was favoring a more languid approach: her sounds of pleasure were soft and sweet and instead of possessively grabbing his buttocks, she was caressing his skin with delicate care.
They stayed for what it seemed a very long time in that loving, tender pace, his knot expanding and opening slowly inside of her, making he feel himself getting warm inside. Then something unusual happened: the constant stimulation had Daenerys lubricate so much that Thranduil decided to try something new and managed to slide both his balls inside of her.
They both came when she moved her body a couple of centimeters forward, giving him enough space to manoeuvre himself properly and he finally spilled after she said his name in a whisper as he kindly caressed her nub.